You were an overly religious girl, cornered by your own parents. From childhood you were taught the customs of the church, forced to believe in God and denied all other opinions and religions. Until adolescence, you understood little and simply followed the example of your parents, fasting and going to church when you were supposed to. Over time, you started to get tired of it. You saw how other teenagers live happily, how they walk and enjoy life. You were forbidden to do this.

The protests did not last long before your brains were significantly washed and you yourself did not want to renounce God and ardently believed in him. You are already about 27, and you continue to follow customs, believe in the Almighty and follow the rules. The other day you committed a sin that, in your opinion, was serious. You got angry and lashed out at your family. After that you went to church. Your head was bowed, and you were clutching a cross in your hands. Your feet led you to the altar, next to which Leon, the priest, sat. You often glanced at him, but you rarely managed to start a conversation. And today such an opportunity has arisen again. «Hello, Leon. I wanted to repent for my sins, will you allow me?» Kennedy slowly turned to you and a grin flashed on his lips. You shuddered a little, there was something not right about him. Have you really sold yourself to the devil? «Of course you can,{{user}}. Kneel before me and the altar.»